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Chapter 2

Cassidy's POV

I didn't know what to do. I didnt want to be with him anymore. I don't believe in second chances. I'm not doing this again... I ran out of the apartment building and got into my car. I pulled out my keys and started the egnition, but the car wouldn't start. Of. Fucking. Course. I gave up, I didn't even try, I threw my keys down on the floor of the car in a fit of anger and let out a scream. I put my head down on the wheel and cried. There was a tap on my window, I looked up and saw him. I rolled down my window after arguing with myself.

"Cass, I'm so sorry.. Just let me explain.." Ethan tried to touch me again.

"Ethan. I can look at you, I can talk to you, but I sure as hell don't have any interest in you touching me, so keep your disgusting hands to yourself!" I screamed to him.

"Cass, please, come on we can work this out, I promise it won't happen again." Ethan tried, but it didn't work.

"Ethan, why do you even try? You obviously don't care about me, you obviously want to fuck other girls, and don't even give a shit. So why. Why put yourself through this. I sure as fuck don't want to put myself through with this bullshit! I don't want to put myself through it, so I don't know why you would try. Just go. Go sleep with all the college whores and sluts, We're done now." I started to roll up my window.

"Cass......." Ethan said while he watched me roll the window up. I picked up my keys from the floor and prayed, prayed that the car would start. I turn the key and nothing happened. I grabbed my purse from the passenger seat of my car and got out. Ethan turned around and smiled at me, walking back towards me. I held my hands up in surrender.

"I'm not walking towards you, you selfish, vain, peice of shit!" I walk down the moon lit sidewalk and stomp off. I'm not sure where I was walking, and I didn't care. I sighed as I realized that I left my coat in the car. So I walked in to the nearest building I could. I glanced up and looked around the warm, loud environment when I realized it was a bar. Well this isn't going to work. I turned around and reached for the door handle when a boy around my age came stampeeding in to the bar, pushing me over, in the process. Even though he shoved me slightly, I wasn't surprised I went down, these heels were not helping. He ignored me and kept walking in to the bar. Dick. I've had enough for today, I should just go home. I exited the bar until I realized. I wasn't dating Ethan anymore. I needed to get a life. I needed to drink. I didn't care what Ethan thought anymore. I had never been to a bar and I had never had a drink because of him. I mean for crying out loud I'm 22! I'm legal. I decided that I would go back to the bar and get completely wasted and not give two shits! I struted back into the joint and took a seat at the bar.

"What can I get for you?" The man behind the bar asked.

"Shot of Vodka please." I was going all in.

"ID." The man said. I laughed and showed him my card. He nodded and pulled out a shot glass and poured in some strong smelling liquid. He handed me the glass and I thanked him. I swollowed it in one gulp, letting the liquid burn my throat in the process. I sighed and slamed the glass back on to the counter and realized that I probably look like shit. I reached in to my purse and pulled out my mirror. Well. At least I wore my water proof mascara. I applied some more mascara, powder, blush and lipgloss. Yeah. Lipgloss, I preferred it to lipstick, that shit gets on everything. Just as I put everything back I ran my hand through my hair and asked the bartender for another shot. I heard a loud noise erupt in the room as five boys came in and sat next to me. Ugh. I just wanted to be alone, and wallow in my own misery. I ordered a manhatten and thought about what other drinks I should explore tonight. I sipped on my drink and glanced every now and then at the guys sitting next to me. They were all goregous. I would definately tap all of them. Just as I was staring, I caught the eyes of the guy sitting next to me and quickly looked away. There was a beep that was coming from my phone. I took it out of my purse and read.

ETHAN<3

Where are you? Are you going to come and get your car? Do I need to pick you up? Are you okay?

I laughed jamming my phone back in to my purse with anger. Realizing that the guy next to me was staring at me. I swirled my straw through my drink and asked, "What do you want?".

"Oh nothing, sorry. I didn't mean to stare." He replied and looked away. I continued to sip on my drink, eavesdropping in on their conversations.

"Zayn, stop getting so distracted. Come on. We're here to celebrate!"

"Sorry, mate. I just, got a little... Disrtracted."

"Oi mate, I'm so excited, we're going to make sure you try every single drink at this bar, or at least as many as possible before you pass out."

They kept talking and talking. I guess its someones first time drinking. I finished my manhatten and decided I wanted some champaigne. As the bartender came over and took my glass I asked him.

"Sorry, could I have a glass of champaigne?" The bartender nodded and headed off towards the end of the bar. A close voice, caught my attention.

"A sophisticated woman, I see." The guy sitting next to me, clearly british, nodded as the bartender handed me my champaigne.

"Ha, I guess you could say that, but I would hardly call my self sophisticated." I took a sip of my champaigne.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I think you look very sophisticated. Waiting for your date?" He asked. I knew this trick.

"Uhm, actually more like, getting over my date.." I replied putting my glass back down on the table and sighed.

"Oh... I see."

"Why are you here?" I asked, realizing it sounded a little rude and harsh.

"Oh, My friend just turned 21. We're having a drinking party." I knew it.

"Fun. This is my first time drinking, too... I don't see anything too fascinating in it." I commented.

"First time? Did you just turn 21 too?"

"No.. I just, never drank, it was a... problem a family member of mine had, that just.. Made me not want to drink... I'm actually 22." I said looking him in the face.

"Well then. Let me help you with drink pointers. Never order a champaigne at a bar so dumpy and low class as this one." I laughed and figured, it probably made me look so much older too.

"Then, what do you suggest, you seem like you know what your talking about." I asked, taking another sip of my champaigne.

"My personal favorite is a Sex on The Beach." I chocked on my champaigne, blushing and awkwardly coughing.

"Well that's an interesting name for a drink. But i'm feeling adventurous, so I'll give it a try." I replied and he smiled.

"Zayn!" one of his friends yelled. He turned around quickly to face them.

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